The half-witted, half-baked, half-mad ramblings of a widowed, thirty-something, earth-loving, commuter-cycling, theatre-going, runner-girl Christ follower. Abandon seriousness, all ye who enter here.
Heh! A good guy is a horror. No wonder Michaela loves you so much.
She was trying to cheer him up with sarcasm. It worked better for her than it usually does for me. (And it's true. Michaela & I were standing in the same line when they handed out senses of humour.)
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